LINES WRITTEN IN THE DAYS OF GROWING DARKNESS

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by Mary Oliver

Every year we have been
witness to it: how the
world descends

into a rich mash, in order that
it may resume.
And therefore
who would cry out

to the petals on the ground
to stay,
knowing as we must,
how the vivacity of what was is married

to the vitality of what will be?
I don’t say
it’s easy, but
what else will do

if the love one claims to have for the world
be true?

So let us go on, cheerfully enough,
this and every crisping day,

though the sun be swinging east,
and the ponds be cold and black,
and the sweets of the year be doomed.

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November’s Beaver Moon, courtesy of Mother Nature.

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On Thanksgiving night, the full moon will be as plump as the turkey at your Thanksgiving table.

 

If Mary Oliver were Italian, she’d say,
Guarda la luna, la bella luna, just like the old man in my favorite movie of all time. Capice?

TG-illo-color

Thanks, Norman Jewison. And Buon Giorno del Ringraziamento to all.

Toni 11/25/15